Fantasy Kareena kapoor in web series

[Chuland]

UPDATE – 23/11/24

The set was quickly rearranged, the lights dimming to cast deep shadows across the room.

"Alright, you two," Rohit began, his tone sharp and businesslike. "This scene requires absolute commitment. The audience must feel the intensity, the raw passion between your characters." He looked from Kareena to Vicky, his gaze lingering on Kareena's tightened expression. "You need to show us what you're made of."

Kareena took a deep breath, her eyes locked with Rohit's. She knew this was a test, a challenge she had to overcome. She nodded, her resolve firm. "The scene starts with Kareena's character demanding the payment for her last service to Vicky," Rohit instructed, his voice a low murmur that seemed to resonate through the quiet set. "But Vicky's character isn't ready to pay up just yet. He wants more."

Both said yes and took there position.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she took her position, her knees hitting the floor with a soft thud. The script was forgotten, replaced by the raw need to please. "Bole toh," she began, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke in Hindi, "pichle baar ke paise de do."

Vicky's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked down at her. "Pata hai," he murmured, his voice low and seductive, "par abhi mera lund choos."

Kareena felt a thrill at the crude language, the power play of the scene coming alive in a way she hadn't anticipated. She leaned in, her breath hot against his crotch as she spoke, "Nahi pehle paisa phir he lund choosungi," her voice firm despite the tremble in her chest.

Vicky's eyes narrowed, his grip on her head tightening as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Salli rand, muze mana kar rahi hai?" The words were a challenge, a declaration of his dominance, and Kareena felt the thrill of it all the way to her core. She knew that this was the moment, the one that would seal her fate in the industry.

With a newfound confidence, she looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of defiance and desire. "Sahab ji," she purred, her hand moving to stroke his cock gently, "pehle paisa dhila karo phir... baki sab."

The room was silent as Vicky smirked, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash, tossing it onto the floor in front of her. "Tumhare mooh mein le lo," he said, his voice a low growl.

Kareena's heart raced as she leaned forward, her eyes never leaving his as she took the money in her mouth. The feel of the crumpled bills was strange, a stark contrast to the softness of her lips, but she knew this was part of the act. She closed her eyes, focusing on the task at hand.

As she pulled away, the notes stuck to her lips, and she heard a smattering of applause from the crew. Vicky's cock was fully erect now, and she took it in her hand, stroking it firmly. The script called for her to show hesitance, but the excitement bubbling within her made it difficult to feign. She took a deep breath, willing herself to get into the mindset of her character.

"Now, Kareena," Rohit murmured, his voice a soft command that sent shivers down her spine. "You know what comes next."

Her hand paused in its stroking, the reality of the scene crashing over her like a wave. This was it. The moment she had feared and craved. The moment she had agreed to. With a deep breath, she leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of Vicky's cock. It was salty and smooth, and she felt a strange thrill at the thought of what she was about to do.

Rohit circled them, his eyes glinting with excitement as he directed the scene. "Faster," he said, his voice a low murmur. "Show us how much you want this."

Kareena's eyes remained locked on Vicky's as she took a deep breath and leaned in, her mouth opening wide to take him in. The first touch of his cock against her tongue was like a jolt of electricity, sending a shiver through her body. She could feel the cameras rolling, the crew watching, but all that mattered was the moment between her and Vicky.

Her mouth closed around him, her tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes. She took her time, savoring the feeling of him in her mouth, the taste of his desire. It was strange, yet oddly thrilling. She could feel the tension in his thighs, the way his cock pulsed with every beat of his heart. She knew she had to make this real, had to show the depth of her commitment to the scene.

"Vicky," Rohit's voice cut through the silence, "you have to act strong. Fuck her mouth like it's a cunt."

The words sent a jolt of excitement through the room, and Kareena felt a thrill at the raw, unfiltered nature of the direction. This was what she had signed up for - the ultimate test of her acting skills, her willingness to push the boundaries of explicit content. Vicky's eyes lit up with understanding, and he took a step closer to her, his cock now a weapon in his hand.

"Vicky, tum BHul ja ki woh Kareena hai, she is your raand," Rohit said again, his voice a gruff command that sent a shiver down Kareena's spine. "Treat her like the whore she's playing."

Vicky's eyes flashed with understanding, and he stepped closer to her, his grip on her head tightening. He thrust his cock into her mouth, his movements aggressive and unyielding. Kareena gagged, her eyes watering as she struggled to accommodate his thickness, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into it, her hand moving to his shaft to help guide him deeper.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, punctuated by Vicky's grunts of pleasure. Kareena's eyes watered more, her throat stretched to its limits, but she took him in, eager to satisfy both her co-star and the director. The taste of him, the smell of his desire, filled her senses, and she found herself getting lost in the moment.

With every thrust, Vicky's cock hit the back of her throat, and she could feel the muscles there spasming around him. She had never felt so used, so objectified, yet there was a strange sense of power in it, a thrill that she couldn't quite put into words. Her hand moved to her own crotch, her fingers slipping between her legs to stroke herself, to ease the ache that was building there.

"That's it, Kareena," Rohit murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Show us how much you love it."

The words spurred Kareena on, her hand moving faster, her hips rocking back and forth as she moaned around Vicky's cock. The scene was spiraling out of control, the lines between fiction and reality blurring into a haze of passion and power. She could feel the crew's eyes on her, watching her every move, and it only heightened the arousal coursing through her veins.

Vicky's breath grew ragged, his eyes never leaving hers as he fucked her mouth with an animalistic intensity. The sounds of their bodies colliding filled the space, a symphony of raw desire that seemed to resonate within her very soul. The taste of him, the feel of his cock stretching her lips, it was all so overwhelmingly real.

But just as she felt the scene was reaching its crescendo, she heard the sound of doors crashing open, the shouts of men, and the chaos of a real-life raid. Her eyes went wide with terror, the scene around her morphing from a passionate embrace into a nightmare.

security officer officers stormed the set, their flashlights piercing the dimness like swords of accusation. "Freeze!" one of them bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls. Kareena's heart stopped as she realized this wasn't part of the script. The fear was real, the panic palpable.

Vicky stumbled back, his cock slipping from her mouth with a wet sound. Kareena's eyes darted around the room, her mind racing for a way out. The crew scrambled, trying to cover themselves, hiding any evidence of what had just transpired.

"What's going on here?" one of the officers demanded, his eyes sweeping over the chaotic scene.

Kareena's eyes fell on Mr. Govind Shinde, the main officer in charge, his stern gaze locking onto her. He was a man of formidable reputation, known for his unyielding stance against obscenity and his unwavering commitment to upholding moral standards in the city. She felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead as she realized the gravity of the situation.

"Porn shooting chal raha hai sab ko arrest hoga!" Mr. Shinde bellowed, his voice cutting through the shocked silence like a whip. "You're all under arrest for indecency and violating public morality laws!"

Rohit stepped forward, his voice steady despite the chaos. "Nahi sir, yeh toh shooting chal raha hai," he said, his tone calm and authoritative. "Hum Web series banate hain, ismein toh aisa hota rehta hai."

Shinde's gaze narrowed, his eyes flickering between Kareena and Rohit. "What kind of series is this, where a woman degrades herself like this?" he sneered, his disgust palpable.

"It's not like that, sir," Rohit began, his voice calm and measured despite the chaos around him. "It's a mature, adult-themed show. We're just trying to portray the reality of human relationships."

Shinde's lip curled in disgust as he took a step closer to Kareena. "And you," he sneered, pointing at her. "What kind of woman allows herself to be used like this?"

Kareena felt a surge of anger and embarrassment. Despite the situation, she raised her chin, meeting his gaze with a fiery defiance. "I'm an actress, sir," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "This is my job."

Shinde's eyes narrowed, his disgust clear. "Your job is to corrupt the minds of the youth with this filth," he spat. "You think fame gives you the right to disrespect our culture?"

Kareena felt the blood rush to her cheeks, the weight of his accusation heavy on her shoulders. "Sir, it's just a scene," she protested, her voice trembling. "It's not real. It's for art, for the story."

But Shinde wasn't listening. "You think your fame gives you the right to do as you please?" he sneered, his voice rising above the chaos. "To spread such obscenity?"

Panic flooded Kareena's veins. This wasn't just about her career anymore. This was about her reputation, her dignity. "Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse from Vicky's abuse, "it's just a scene. We're acting."

But Shinde wasn't moved. "Acting," he spat, his contempt clear. "This is not art, this is pornography!"

Rohit stepped in quickly, his voice tight with tension. "Shinde sir, let's discuss this in a more private setting," he suggested, gesturing towards his office. "Please, come."

Mr. Shinde's eyes flicked to Rohit, considering for a moment before nodding curtly. He strode towards the office, his men following closely behind. Kareena felt a flicker of hope as she watched them go, the weight of their accusations momentarily lifted. She pulled herself to her feet, smoothing out her wrinkled clothes, and followed them, her heart racing.

Inside the office, the air was thick with tension. Rohit sat behind his desk, his expression unreadable as he faced Shinde, who remained standing, his arms crossed over his chest. The room felt smaller than ever, the walls seeming to close in around them as they began to argue heatedly in Hindi, the language of authority and accusation.

Kareena hovered by the door, feeling naked despite being fully clothed. She couldn't understand the rapid-fire conversation, but the tone was clear: Rohit was pleading, explaining the artistic vision of their show, while Shinde was unyielding, his voice filled with the moral righteousness of a man determined to cleanse the city of perceived corruption.

"Yeh toh sirf acting hai," Rohit insisted, his eyes never leaving Shinde's. "Hum logon ko audience ko realistic experience dekhane ko bula rahe hai, unke saath feel karne ko."

Shinde's expression was skeptical. "Reality se zyada yaqeen kyun kar rahe ho?" he countered, his tone filled with accusation. "Yeh log kya seekhenge isse?"

Rohit took a deep breath, recognizing the futility of his argument. He knew when to hold his ground and when to concede. With a sigh, he turned to Kareena, his eyes filled with a silent understanding. He took her aside, his voice low and urgent. "Kareena," he whispered, "now you have to handle him. Do whatever it takes."

Her eyes searched his, a silent plea for guidance. He knew that the fate of the series, and possibly their careers, rested in her hands. He nodded slightly, giving her the reassurance she needed. "Remember your training," he murmured. "Use your charm, your persuasion."

Her heart racing, Kareena stepped forward, her body language shifting from submissive to seductive. She approached Shinde, her hips swaying gently, her eyes never leaving his. "Sir," she began, her voice low and smooth, "I know you're a man of the law, but can't you see the artistry in our work?"

Shinde's gaze flicked over her, his eyes lingering on her full lips and the swollen look of her face from Vicky's recent assault. She could see the conflict within him, the struggle between duty and desire.

"Lund mu me leke koi artist nahi banata," he barked, his eyes narrowed. Kareena's heart sank. She knew the phrase all too well; it was a common slur thrown at those who dared to push the boundaries of art, a blunt assertion that true artistry didn't involve such base, sexual acts.

But she didn't falter. Instead, she took a step closer to him, her breasts brushing against his arm. "Sir, we are telling a story," she said, her voice a soft purr. "One that requires us to go to great lengths to capture the raw emotion, the passion of our characters."

Rohit's eyes gleamed with hope as he watched her, the director's mind racing with the possibilities. "Kareena, why don't you show him," he murmured, his voice a silent command that sent a shiver down her spine.

Kareena took a deep breath and leaned closer to Shinde, her hand tracing a line from his shoulder to his chest, her touch feather-light. "Sir," she whispered, "why don't I show you what we do here? Maybe then you'll understand."

Shinde's eyes widened slightly, his disgust momentarily forgotten. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice gruff.

Rohit stepped aside, giving Kareena room to work her magic. "The scene we were filming," she said, her voice a siren's call. "It's a pivotal moment in the story, one that requires us to be... intimate." She leaned closer to Shinde, her hand sliding down to his waist. "Would you like to see how we did it?"

Shinde's expression was a storm of confusion and arousal. "Kya dikhana hai?" he murmured, his gaze flicking to the door as if expecting someone to burst in.

"Sir, when you arrived, we were in the middle of a scene," Kareena said, her voice low and sultry. "One that requires a certain... intimacy." She took a step closer, her hand sliding down to cup Shinde's crotch. He sucked in a breath, his eyes going wide with shock.

"Rand lund chus rahi thi," he sneered, his voice a mix of anger and arousal. "This is what you call art?"

Kareena's heart raced as she felt the heat of his accusation. "Sir," she said, her voice steady despite the tremble in her hand, "it's just a role. A part of the story we're trying to tell."

Shinde's eyes bore into hers, the challenge clear. "Tera role hai ya sach mein rand ban jati hai?" he spat, his voice a mix of disgust and fascination.

Kareena's hand didn't falter, her grip on his cock tightening slightly. She leaned closer, her breath hot against his ear. "Sir, it's just a role," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "But I can make it real for you if you wish."

Shinde's eyes narrowed, the challenge in his gaze unmistakable. "Toh tuze mera lund chusna hai, sali?" he murmured, his voice a dark promise.

Kareena felt a thrill of fear and excitement run through her. This was uncharted territory, a role she hadn't anticipated, but she knew she had to play it out. She nodded slowly, her hand still cupping his cock. "Ji sir," she whispered, her eyes never leaving his. "If it helps you understand the artistry of our work."

Shinde's gaze held hers for a moment longer, then he turned to Rohit. "Lock down the studio," he ordered. "We're taking this investigation further."

Rohit's heart sank, but he knew better than to argue. "Humne kuch galat nahi kiya," he pleaded, his voice laced with desperation. "Kuch aur rasta nahi hai kya?"

Shinde's gaze flicked to him, his eyes cold and unyielding. "You think this is a joke?" he snarled, his hand coming down on the desk with a thud that echoed through the room. "You're corrupting our culture, and you ask for another way?"

Kareena stepped closer to Rohit, her hand slipping into his. "Sir," she said, her voice strong and clear, "we are willing to do anything to show you the artistry of our work."

Shinde's eyes narrowed, and he nodded at Rohit. "Good," he said, his voice low and gruff. "Now, tell this whore to shut her mouth and let's discuss your offer."

Rohit's gaze flicked to Kareena, and she knew what he wanted. With a small, almost imperceptible nod, she dropped to her knees before Shinde, her hands moving to unbuckle his belt. The room was silent, the tension palpable as the director's eyes searched hers for any sign of doubt. But there was none. This was the role she had chosen, the part she had to play to save them all.

Her hands trembled as she pulled out Shinde's cock, his erection clear and unyielding. She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his as she leaned in and took him into her mouth. The taste was foreign, but she focused on the task at hand. She had to convince him, to make him believe that this was art, not pornography.

Shinde's eyes never left hers as he began to thrust into her mouth, his movements slow and deliberate. Kareena's eyes watered, but she didn't flinch. She had done this before, but this was different. This was for her career, for the future of their show, for the chance to prove themselves.

As she worked him, Rohit leaned back in his chair, his voice taking on a smooth, persuasive tone as he began to talk money. "Shinde sir," he said, his eyes never leaving the security officerman's face, "you know how much this could cost us if it gets out. We're willing to offer a... donation to the local precinct, to ensure that this misunderstanding stays between us."

Shinde's thrusts grew slower, his gaze flicking from Kareena's bobbing head to Rohit's hopeful eyes. He knew the kind of scandal that could unfold if the public found out about this, the backlash they could all face. His expression softened slightly, and he pulled away from Kareena's mouth. "How much?" he asked, his voice a gruff whisper.

Rohit named a sum, a significant chunk of the show's budget. Kareena could feel the weight of his words, the desperation in his voice. She hoped it was enough, that their careers weren't about to go up in flames.

Shinde's eyes narrowed, his hand still in Kareena's hair. He was considering it, she could tell. The thought of their work being destroyed, of all their efforts being for nothing, was unbearable.

With renewed determination, Kareena took his cock back in her mouth, her tongue flicking over the sensitive tip before she took him deep. She could feel his arousal growing, his cock thickening in her throat. She had to win him over, had to make him see that this was just a scene, no different from any other in the grand tapestry of their art.

Her eyes watered as she deep-throated him, her throat muscles working overtime to please him. Shinde's grip on her hair tightened, his hips moving with a newfound urgency. She could feel the power dynamics in the room shifting, the balance of power tilting in their favor.

Rohit leaned in, his voice a seductive whisper as he continued to negotiate. "That's just the beginning," he assured Shinde, his eyes never leaving the security officerman's face. "We can offer more, much more, if you're willing to look beyond the surface."

Shinde's eyes narrowed, his cock pulsing in Kareena's mouth as he considered the offer. Kareena could feel the power of the situation, the delicate balance of control in her favor. She took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked, her eyes never leaving his.

Rohit leaned back in his chair, his expression a mix of hope and resignation. "Think about it, Shinde sir," he said, his voice low and urgent. "We're not just talking about a one-time deal. We can offer you... exclusives. Access to our sets, our actors, whatever you need to keep the peace."

Shinde's eyes narrowed, his hand tightening in Kareena's hair. He was considering it, she could feel it. The thought of bribery was a dark stain on her conscience, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the prize. If they could just get through this, if they could just convince him, their show would be safe.

With renewed vigor, she worked his cock, her teeth lightly scbanging his shaft as she moaned around it. The sound seemed to break the dam within Shinde, and he began to thrust into her mouth with more force. Kareena could feel the power of the situation, the delicate balance of control swinging in their favor.

Shinde's grip on her hair grew tighter as he approached climax. "Drink it all, rand," he growled, his voice strained. She bobbed her head faster, her eyes never leaving his, her own arousal spiking at the thought of the power she held in this moment.

With a final, guttural groan, he released into her mouth, his warm cum filling her to the brim. She swallowed it all, her eyes never leaving his, her own need building within her. It was a strange, twisted dance of power and submission, but she knew it was what she had to do to save their show.

As he pulled out, Kareena licked her lips, making sure she had left no trace of him behind. Shinde's eyes widened, his chest heaving as he watched her. Rohit's voice was a murmur of approval, his eyes glinting with something dark and hungry.

"Good girl," he murmured, his hand stroking her cheek. Kareena felt a shiver of revulsion, but she forced a smile, playing the part she had to.

"Shinde sir," Rohit said, his voice a mix of relief and anticipation, "the money will be transferred to your account by tomorrow morning. And as for the... extra service," he glanced at Kareena, who was still kneeling before the security officerman, "we'll make sure she's included in the delivery."

Kareena's stomach turned at the words, but she nodded, playing her part. "Ji sir," she murmured, her eyes never leaving the floor.

Shinde's gaze flicked between them, his expression unreadable. He zipped up his pants and straightened his uniform, the power dynamics in the room shifting again. "You've got twenty-four hours," he said, his voice gruff. "If the money isn't there, and if I hear so much as a whisper about this... 'art' of yours, you'll both regret it."

With a curt nod, he turned and strode out of the office, his men following him like a pack of loyal dogs. The door slammed shut behind them, and the room fell into a tense silence. Rohit let out a long sigh, his eyes lingering on Kareena's kneeling form. "You did good, Kareena," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of pride and something else she couldn't quite place.


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